Clasped hands.
Sullen expressions buried within.
Sunlight peeks through epidermal cracks like multi colored promises dancing through a temples stain glass portal.
Worshiping casual whispers, I become light hearted.
Lost amongst the sea of shattered pieces, again I am slain.
A wreckless whirlwind.
Tend to my wounds with verbal bandages.
Deciet lies upon my suffering like ointment on a gash.
Precipatence overwhelms the soul.
The spirit sheds every nano second in tune with lifes iambic pentameter.
As drones we march to the beat of what we believe to be our different drums.
We each insist on the asperation of essance rejuvination.
Reaching for elation.
Grasping at stardust , slipping through fingertips of Heavenly bodily extremities.
I shield my eyes from circular truth.
The floodgates have been breached.
There drains my inner being into a glistening pool upon the hard wood floor.
A pool, into wich, you step with ease.
Lace this embrace with tainted kisses.
I shall not struggle.